OK. PickleEater. I was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia in 1980 when I was 19. My case was severe with solid suffering for almost 2 1/2 years. I had many delusions and I was suicidal often. I was sent to my first psyche ward where I spent a week and a half. After that I went directly into a house for schizophrenics where I spent a year. I suffered every minute of every day while I was there. While I was there I had no friends, no job, no money, no schooling, certainly no girlfriend, no car. I got kicked out after a year over a misunderstanding and I moved back into my parents apartment. I lasted about a week before I broke down again.
This time my parents put me in a long term locked hospital. I still had nothing at age 20. I lived there 8 months with a hundred other very ill people. It was quite scary. I was heavily medicated with a drug called prolixen. It was so sedating that I could hardly walk. I suffered again for that entire 8 months. It was a nightmare in there. I was a naive 20 year old thrown in with some rough people.After 8 months of hell my parents got me released into a nice Residential Treatment Home. I had no income except an SSI check that went towards rent and left me with about $35.00 a month to spend on myself. After a year the agency that ran the house got me a job. I was still suffering symptoms but they lowered my medication. Well, I worked that job for four years. And I’ve worked pretty steadily since then. In 1984 I enrolled myself in college.
Unfortunately, I relapsed and went through several hospitalizations in 1989 and I didn’t work for a year. In 1990 I got another job. At that time I got put into a group home. I stayed there 5 years and worked the entire time. I also attended college. In 1995 I moved out of the home and my sister let me live with her. I had a job and I got a car and I was living independently. I socialized a lot too. Well eventually I had to move. I moved around a few times renting rooms in people houses. I worked fairly steadily and I even got a job as a park ranger for two years. In 2002 I was living with 7 housemates in a women’s house. In 2004 my psychiatrist put me on Resperidone. I’ve been on it ever since. While I’ve been on it I have worked, taken online classes, drove my car, lived independently, had a few friends, socialized, socialized with my family, and other things in life. I have lived a life.
Unfortunately. just recently I had to be hospitalized. My mom had died and the resulting stress from her death and built up stress from other things had built up and I lost some things but I’m getting back on my feet. But yeah, I’ve been on resperidone for 12 years and still functioned. Until this last two day hospitalization I had been out of the hospital for more than 25 years. I think this is what you or your boyfriend wanted to hear. I’ve been suicidal off and on but never attempted. Despite that I’ve done quite a few things. Good luck in your situation.